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Ranma Nibunnoichi - Reflections
Vol. 01 - Stuck in the Middle With You
Part One: Three Ranmas!?
A. V. Morgan
The promise of spring hung in the air over Tokyo's Nerima Ward. It was a
warm day for late winter, spiced by the scent of rain. The shower had
lasted just long enough to soak anyone caught out in the open to the
bone. Or, in Ranma Saotome's case, just long enough for him to become
her. Trudging home from the train station, she stopped to adjust her
clothes, ignoring the incredulous stares of those who were witnessing
the transformation for their first time. But one of her startled
witnesses was impossible to ignore, staring at her with wide, sapphire
blue eyes from only a hand span away.
As she met his shocked gaze, Ranma closed her eyes, her pose of defiant
indifference crumbling as she reached for it. The face she was trying to
block out was too familiar. She saw it in the mirror whenever she was a
he. Unfortunately, the last mirror he had looked into had been cursed,
giving birth to this living reflection.
"You can stop staring now," she grated ominously, still aware of the
weight of his gaze.
"Y-you... you turned in-into HER," the unnatural twin gasped.
Ranma did not need to open her eyes to tell he was pointing between her
and her other reflection, the duplicate of her female side that had been
created a week earlier.
"Pretty neat, isn't it?" the original, female duplicate piped up,
pulling Ranma into an "aren't my twin and I cute?" pose.
"Do you have to do that?" Ranma complained, cringing. Once again, she
found herself wondering how she got herself into these absurd
situations, but this time the answer came easily as her mind flashed
back to her first visit to Mirror Mansion.
On a weekend training trip, Genma and Ranma had stumbled across the
mysterious manor while seeking shelter from a violent storm. Genma was
hardly in the door before he noticed a table bearing a basket full of
fruit. Stems and peels were flying before the old man who let them in
could complete a warning about the shrouded mirror that stood in the
foyer. Before she knew what was going on, Ranma had slipped on a banana
peel, crashed into the mirror and tore down its protective seal,
scrambling desperately to stay on her feet. Somewhere between flailing
to keep her balance and phrasing an acidic accusation to throw at Genma,
Ranma's brain registered the old man's warning against tampering with
the seal of the cursed mirror. He was saying something about a ghost
obsessed with finding true love--or at least a lover--would possess the
reflection of anyone who looked into the mirror. Ranma had not needed
the explanation, however. The warning was little more than a narration
of what was happening as she confronted her self in the mirror that
For one week, the girl created by the cursed mirror had chased after
Ranma and made life around the Tendo home twice as chaotic as Ranma,
alone, ever could. The first few days had been the worst, before the
copy realized that Ranma was not willing to be her lover and she
"surrendered" to her fate. But that had been a ruse. She had used the
remainder of the week to plot out her conquest of Ranma.
When Ranma and Akane brought her back to the mansion to seal her away in
the mirror, Copy--as they had been calling her--captured Ranma in the
trap mirror that the old man of the mansion had given to Ranma in order
to capture her. But when she tried to escape with him into the cursed
mirror, Akane had interfered, tripping her with the fruit basket and
releasing Ranma from the trap mirror. But as he emerged, Ranma landed on
a piece of fruit, skidded out of control, and crashed into the new,
warded curtain covering the giant cursed mirror.
Ranma could still feel the sick sense of inevitability that she felt as
the curtain was torn away in the collision and she glanced, once again,
into the cursed mirror. Because Ranma had been a boy at the time, the
new copy was male, and that feeling had grown worse as the new
reflection became instantly obsessed with the old reflection.
Ranma had tried to console herself with the thought that the copies
would be less trouble as a couple than they would be as individuals.
Neither of them seemed to have possessed a clue what to do with a lover,
once found. The "throw yourself at someone and kiss them" tactic the
girl twin had used the week before was almost comical when doubled. It
had taken them a while to stop lunging at each other and banging heads.
By the time they were on the train bound for Nerima, the pair had
impulsively progressed to hugging and kissing. Ranma and Akane had
quickly decided that it would be a good idea to keep the two clones
separated until they got home.
The image of the two making out in their seat on the train popped back
into Onna-Ranma's head, still shot shocking chills through her body.
That reaction was followed by a hot flush, as the girl clone continued
to test her limits. Taking note of her new love interest's reaction to
Ranma's transformation, she rubbed her cheek against Ranma's, purring,
"I'd share her with you if you shared him with me."
"Erk!" Akane, walking a few paces ahead, jerked around in outrage and
glared at the girl twin. The duplicate simply grinned and cupped one of
Ranma's breasts provocatively, eyes fixed on the male reflection.
Ranma's pigtail shot straight up in the air, and so did the boy
twin's--his eyes widening and mouth going slack.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" Ranma snapped, opening her eyes
to glare at her clone. "Leggo of that!"
"Wha- why... how... did he turn into you?" the male clone demanded in
alarmed confusion, his eyes glazing.
"We do not have time for this," Akane grumbled in annoyance, eyebrow
"I didn't turn into her!" Ranma barked in an offended tone, suddenly
standing in front of the boy duplicate, two or three paces away from the
girl duplicate. "Like I toldja earlier, she's the copy of my girl side!"
Ranma declared, staring up at her new nemesis critically. Then she
turned back to the girl copy, rubbing at a bruised breast. "And what the
heck were you thinkin'!?" Glaring at her twin, Ranma fought against the
spinning, falling sensation that gripped her at the thought of the
copies "sharing" her.
When the original female copy had been chasing after Ranma, a part of
him had been flattered, but the very notion of the new male copy
pursuing her with the same kind of intent made Ranma shudder.
"I was only trying to think of your happiness!" the girl twin protested
sincerely. "I mean, a boy like a girl like you needs a girl like me and
a boy like him. How else can you fit in? But, now that you mention
it..." the girl twin paused to put a finger to her chin and turned to
study the boy twin thoughtfully. She snapped her fingers and smiled at
Ranma. "I get it now! He's too much of a man for you! Just like I was
too much of a woman for you! This finally explains your feelings for
that macho pervert-girl!"
"Hey!" Ranma and Akane shouted in unison, fuming.
"So, she is... a boy?" the boy twin leaned in to ask the girl twin,
pointing at Ranma in confusion
"When he isn't a girl," the girl twin confirmed redundantly with a
"I am NOT a GIRL!" Ranma shouted peevishly, rising up on her toes to
loom over both of them.
"You are TOTALLY a GIRL!" the girl twin retorted, cupping Ranma's
breasts again for emphasis. The sight of one red-headed girl fondling
the other again shorted out certain synapses in the confused and
agitated brain of Otoko-Ranma's copy. As a girl, Ranma was
indistinguishable from the object of his affections. Since--for his own
sake--she had to be a girl, then by direct association, so did Ranma.
That concluded, his brain suspended all coherent thought and proceeded
to simply enjoy the view.
"That's it! People are staring at us! Let's go," Akane announced,
grabbing the confused boy by the arm and dragging him away from Ranma.
Still arguing, Ranma grabbed her girl twin by the hand and followed.
When they reached the canal, Ranma and her duplicates all hopped up to
walk on the fence by reflex. Akane took a deep breath, pacing the boy
twin as she continued along the sidewalk alone. Tuning out the sound of
Ranma arguing with her look-alike, Akane stared straight ahead and tried
to pretend her life had never become this insane. When only a few
puddles and damp spots in the shade remained, and everything
else--including the teens' clothes and hair--had dried in the sun, Akane
sighed and glanced up to the side.
The boy walking nonchalantly along the top of the fence--unchanged by
the freak down pour--was definitely not Ranma, but all of the little
things she had grown accustomed to, the little things that were unique
to Ranma, like the way he moved, his careless grace and confidence,
called out to her.
"This is really starting to creep me out," Akane muttered. Looking up at
the trio again, she repeated her initial complaint, "Why did he have to
"What are you starin' at?" the boy twin asked, catching her glaring up
"Jerk," she turned her head and kept on walking.
"Butch!" he muttered, turning to look at the red-headed girls walking
hand in hand along the fence top after him. "What is that chunky,
tomboy's problem?" he asked in confused annoyance.
Onna-Ranma looked at her twin, then back at the boy, and suppressed a
shudder. "This is creeping me out too," she muttered under her breath.
Bending her head sternly, she pushed the boy on, "Keep moving. I need to
get you to the dojo and out of sight before either of you get me into
any more trouble!"
The boy allowed Onna-Ranma to push him along the fence toward their
destination. He kept his footing with effortless grace, backpedaling
down the fence pole in front of Ranma. In spite of his inclination to
see Ranma as the girl she had become, he was still somewhat disturbed by
the fact that she was also the boy who had freed him from the mirror. It
did not make sense, even in his limited experience.
Taking her free hand, as a means to keep track of which girl was which,
he returned to the question that was bothering him. "So... You gonna
tell me why you turned into a girl? Why you look like her?" he demanded,
while the girl stared in shock at their joined hands.
"Aw, man! I told you I'd explain it all if you came with me to the
dojo." Ranma scowled as she tried to slip her hand free.
"You said that before you... changed," the boy accused, tightening his grip.
Onna-Ranma grit her teeth. "Whatever. Get this straight first. I don't
look like her. She looks like me! I was in this form the first time I
looked in the mirror, and I was a guy when I looked in it again today!"
she growled. "Both of you are copies of me," she asserted for the
The boy tensed in alarm, as the implications of that statment fully
unraveled. "You don't mean...!? Aw, man! I'm not going to turn out to be
a freak like you, am I?" He twisted away in horror.
Onna-Ranma cringed and her face darkened with anger as Akane's voice
trailed back to them, "If you're so disgusted, WHY ARE YOU STILL HOLDING
HIS HAND!!?" Akane kicked the fence so hard it wavered under their feet
and spilled all three of them into the canal opposite the sidewalk.
Onna-Ranma plummeted toward the water in resignation. The girl twin
betrayed only the slightest surprise, while the boy twin went into a
full-blown panic. The three plunged into the water and surfaced,
spluttering in shock at the cold, shouting in unison, "What didja do
that for!?" The boy was patting himself on the chest in terror until
Akane leaned over and stuck out her tongue.
"Dummy! Didn't you notice that the rain had no effect on you?"
Before the boy could answer, he was launched over the fence by a blow
from Ranma. She had moved in an instant rage, wounded once more by the
simple fact that the boy was immune to her curse.
Before she had stopped shaking in silent fury, the girl twin grabbed her
by the collar. "Hey! If you wanna hit on someone, go hit on your
pervert-girl!" the girl shouted, launching Ranma over the fence with a
Akane stood frozen for an instant, her eye twitching madly again, as
Ranma crashed down in the middle of the street. The girl twin had
started calling Akane "pervert-girl" during her amorous pursuit of
Ranma, and clearly did not intend to stop.
While Akane silently debated between maiming and murder, the girl twin
leapt over the fence, went to her counterpart's side and cradled his
head in her lap. "Hey! Are you okay?"
Akane lurched forward to pound the girl into the pavement as Ranma
popped to her feet and rushed forward to tackle the girl, moving neatly
into position to intercept Akane's elbow drop. Ranma was slammed down
into her duplicates with enough force to knock the air out of all of them.
As they lay there stunned, Akane grabbed the boy clone by the pigtail
and dragged him off towards the Tendo Dojo. Despite the fact that the
boy twin was proving to be just as annoying as Ranma, Akane had agreed
to keep the couple separated until they were all safe at the dojo. By
the time Ranma and her twin had recovered, Akane was dragging him around
a corner. The girls stood up, muttering a litany of unflattering things
about Akane, and limped the last two blocks to the dojo.
* * *
Akane heard the two red-heads rushing to catch up to her as she passed
through the gates of the dojo. Tuning out their loud cries for her to
wait for them, she stalked up to the house. "I'm home!" Akane announced
her return, dragging "Ranma-kun" into the genkan.
Kasumi turned from watering a little bonsai tree, which sat on a narrow
table in the hall across from the entrance, and took in the boy's
disheveled, unconscious state. One hand came up quickly to cover her
mouth. "Oh my," she murmured softly, before composing herself. "Welcome
home, Akane-chan, Ranma-kun," she smiled. Before she could ask about
Ranma's condition, Soun and Genma burst into the tiny entry, loudly
demanding a report.
"It's about time, Boy...!"
"...Did you get rid of that menace?" they chorused.
Taking in "Ranma's" state, Genma hauled the boy twin to his feet,
shaking him, "This is no time to be napping, Boy! Tell me you've done
your duty as a martial-artist and sent the evil back to where it came from!"
Akane cleared her throat as the boy mumbled in semi-conscious confusion.
"About that..." she began.
At that moment, Ranma swept open the entry screen and leaned in with her
clone, "Akane! Wait! What are we going to tell...?" Everyone's eyes
snapped to the two red-headed girls in surprise, as Akane hung her head
in embarrassment. Ranma recoiled in dismay.
"Well, this is hardly a surprise," Nabiki commented, appearing in the
hall behind Soun and Genma. With a mischievous grin, she cleared her
throat and said loudly, "What do you have to say for yourself, this
Ranma immediately began sweating and waving her hands, "Wait, wait. I
can explain everything! It's not my fault!"
"Oh, yeah, this ought to be amusing," Nabiki smirked and watched as Soun
and Genma loomed over the panicking girl.
"RanMAAAA! What is the meaning of this?" wailed Soun angrily.
"Foolish Boy! How could you fail in such a simple task?"
Akane grabbed the girl twin and pushed her forward, clearing her throat,
"Actually, um... This is mostly her fault."
"Hey!" the buxom redhead complained instantly, ignoring the fuming
fathers to turn on Akane. "You were the one who threw the fruit basket!"
"You! You were the one who brought that damned compact along and tried
to steal Ranma with it!"
"What? You mean you actually want him?" the saucy redhead challenged,
"N... No!" Akane blushed and growled, "That doesn't have anything to do
with it! You can't just kidnap people like that!"
"Oh, what wonderful news, Saotome-kun! My little girl rescued your son
from an evil demon!"
"Who are you callin' a demon!?" the mirror girl snarled at Soun.
As Soun lurched back in fright, he knocked the pitcher of water out of
Kasumi's hand. It sailed unnoticed overhead, seeking a suitable target,
before coming down on Genma. "Oh! She's so SCARY!" Soun whimpered,
cowering in the corner.
"Oh my!" Kasumi finally interjected. "Maybe we should all sit down and
discuss this over tea?"
There was a short pause, and then a round of shrugs as everyone silently
agreed to her suggestion.
Ranma and Akane marched the clones through the sitting room, and out
onto the patio. Ranma picked up a hot teakettle from the table as she
passed through the sitting room, and stepped out onto the grass to
quickly explain the curse to the duplicates.
"All right, pay attention. I'm not gonna explain this twice," she began,
explaining how her father took her to Jusenkyo and knocked her, at the
time him, into the Nyanniichuan. Using half the water in the kettle, he
restored himself to normal, and as expected, the boy twin instantly
produced cold water to test the curse. Ranma fumed, but recalled how
others had reacted to the same story. Ukyo had spent hours pouring hot
and cold water over her, out of sheer amusement.
Ranma, using the last of the hot water, warned the couple that the curse
was the only problem in his life they were spared from. He then took a
moment to try to convince them that it was in their own best interest to
avoid contact with anyone outside the dojo. Not that he believed he
could truly keep the two from bringing new chaos to his life, but it was
worth a try.
After wringing out his shirt and airing it for a few moments to dry, he
joined the others at the table, where Akane had finished explaining what
had happened at Mirror Mansion.
It was a quick explanation, since everyone already knew about the cursed
mirror, the spirit of the noblewoman that stole the image of whoever
looked into it to fulfill her dream of finding true love, and the little
trap mirror they had received from the old man of the mansion. Nor was
it surprising that the girl twin had made one last attempt to abduct
Ranma and take him with her back into the mirror.
When Akane finished explaining how the boy twin had been freed from the
mirror, Nabiki turned to collect a handful of yen from her father and
Genma. She then took a third of the pile of cash and handed it over to
Kasumi. Akane did not even bother to ask what the bets had been. She
just shook her head and explained that she and Ranma had seen no other
option but to bring the couple home until repairs to the mirror's seal
could once again be completed.
"Another week!?" Soun moaned, as Kasumi poured tea next to Akane.
Ranma glanced over his shoulder and saw the couple mooning over each
other. Closing his eyes, he reminded himself that they were just
reflections, and what they did had nothing to do with him. He could only
hope that their mutual absorption really would prevent a repeat of
"You are so hot!" the boy declared, taking the girl's hands in his.
"Oh, but you're so cool!" she praised, her eyes twinkling.
"The perfect couple!" Ranma quipped, oblivious to the fact that it
sounded like he was bragging.
"You are so right, Ranma!" Kasumi smiled, delighted by the sight of at
least one happy couple in the house.
"They're so alike too..." Nabiki deadpanned.
Akane just sat there with her eyes narrowing, feigning complete
indifference to the situation. Genma wore the same expression, safe in
the retreat of his panda form at the end of the table.
"I guess this is sort of like a honeymoon for them," Kasumi put in
thoughtfully, after a moment. Tea sprayed forth from Akane and Genma.
Ranma jerked as if he'd just been hit by lightning, his eye twitching
madly. Nabiki raised an eyebrow.
"Ka- Ka- Kasumi!" Soun stammered, looking shocked.
Genma whipped around to look at the mirror twins, closing in for a kiss,
and jumped up frantically waving a sign, [Stop them! We can't let them
Ranma and Akane flinched away as lurid images of boy-type Ranma
molesting girl-type Ranma danced through the minds of everyone but Kasumi.
Akane whipped around on her knees, shouting, "YOU PERVERTS!" A
roundhouse punch accompanied the cry, catching Ranma on the chin and
blasting him out the open door into the mirror twins, spilling them all
out into the yard.
Ranma, after skipping all the way into the koi pond, splashed to her
feet shouting, "I'm not LIKE that!"
"What didja do THAT for?" the other two demanded in unison.
Soun, who had never bothered to mentally distinguish Ranma from his
clones, came out onto the balcony and protested, "Ranma! How could you
cheat on my daughter this way!?" Shifting an accusing finger from the
boy to the girl, he commanded. "I forbid you to sleep with Ranma under
Everyone stared at Soun for a second. Kasumi, who had not bothered to
read Genma's wildly flailing sign until the panda froze holding it right
in front of her nose, gasped as the synapse marked "clue" connected to
the synapse marked "ecchi" in an instant of unrepressed thought.
"Oh my!" Kasumi blinked. "You don't think they'd do THAT, do you?"
Several present found themselves smacking their faces against the table
in an attempt to dislodge the mental images being conjured up.
Ranma sprang to her feet again, growling at Soun, "I don't even know
what you're TALKIN' ABOUT! How can I NOT sleep with myself!?"
"Ranma-kun! Think about what you're saying!" Nabiki warned with a shake
of her finger, but Akane had already reacted.
"Ranma! You disgusting pervert! Don't you have ANY restraint or
morals!!?" Akane advanced on her fianc�, a larger than average wooden
hammer in hand, amidst a pillar of blue flames.
Ranma backed up slowly, hands out in warding gestures. "W-wait! Are you
insane? Listen to what I am saying!"
"You said you wanted to sleep with yourself!" Akane growled. "PERVERT!"
Ranma hung her head, in part to brace for the impact, but also in deeper
resignation. Her mouth got her into trouble often enough, but for once,
she did not believe she had said or done anything to deserve her
fianc�e's anger. Almost to herself, she muttered, "Damn it, Akane, there
ain't nothin' wrong with a guy sleepin' by himself. It ain't like I've
got any other option..."
Akane had closed to attack range and swung her mallet high, as those
words penetrated. At the last second, her hands suddenly let go and the
mallet flew off over the compound wall and out of sight. Akane stood
there, meeting Ranma's eyes, for several long breaths. "Did... did you
say... b-by yourself?"
Ranma scowled, "What didja think I was sayin'?"
"You don't want sleep with one of them?" The raven-haired girl's hand
snapped up to point accusingly at the now cringing couple.
"Do you think I am some kind of pervert!?" Ranma roared in outraged
"Geez, Ranma-kun! Get a clue!" Nabiki shook her head.
Akane and Ranma remained squared off, both of them blushing in confused
fury. Ranma's clones stared at the two of them with wide eyes. Off in
the distance, a large object could be heard crashing to Earth with a
skull ringing clunk, followed shortly by a distant bellow,
"Raaaaanmaaaaaa! This is All YOUR FAULT!!!"
Kasumi broke into the silence to muse aloud, "Having three Ranmas in the
house could get confusing. Maybe we should come up with some different
names so there are no misunderstandings."
"Now there's an idea," Nabiki smirked.
"What's wrong with calling them Copy?" Ranma asked, scowling with
indifference. She found the notion of giving them names very disturbing,
as if naming them might encourage them to stick around. That certainly
seemed true of cats, in her mortified experience.
"Oh, sure. Then we can just confuse them with each other instead of you.
Give it up, Ranma. You know they're going to be mistaken for you
anyway," Nabiki pointed out sarcastically. "We might as well take
advantage of that. Fortunately, they don't change sexes and you've got
an alias for your girl side. That gives us a way to distinguish them
from each other and from you. We could go for merely descriptive and
call them Copy-no-Ranma and Copy-no-Ranko."
"Oh, yes. If Auntie Nodoka were to show up, it would be a lot easier for
us if Copy-chan was used to being called Ranko. Why, Copy-no-Ranko is
practically the same thing!" Kasumi gushed with growing excitement.
Ranma shuddered. "Oh man! If Mom shows up now, I'm sooo dead!"
"I don't know. It's a little too long, Sis," Akane shook her head,
ignoring Ranma's panic attack. "We kinda know they're both copies. Why
not just drop the 'Copy' part and use No-Ranma and No-Ranko?"
"Maybe just shorten 'Copy' to 'Ko' and make it, Kono-Ranma and
Kono-Ranko!" Kasumi proposed.
"Okay," Akane agreed, nodding, "and those can be shortened to, Konoma
"Maybe Noma and Noko?" Soun jumped in, getting caught up in the game
Nabiki had started.
"I don't think you can reduce it any further than that," Nabiki rolled
"No way! That's like giving them real names!" Ranma protested.
"What do you want us to do, Ranma? Go on confusing them with you?"
Nabiki retorted. "Then how about Ranma-no-ni and Ranko-no-ni, for Ranma
and Ranko number two?" she proposed. "That would make it really easy to
drop the extra parts if Auntie Nodoka does pay us another surprise visit."
Suddenly, the copies were sitting next to Ranma, the boy sandwiched
between the identical girls. "I think we should call him..." the girl
"Gyaaah! No! Don't let them name themselves!" Ranma shouted, leaping to
her feet and speed-gagging the duplicates. Memories of Pantyhose Taro
trying to conjure up the perfect name for himself had surged forth the
instant the clones took a direct interest in the discussion. Ranma did
not want to know what sort of ridiculous suggestions his doppelgangers
were capable of. Giving Nabiki a desperate, determined look, she finally
relented, "All right, we can do that first one."
"Copy-no-Ranma and Copy-no-Ranko?" Nabiki clarified helpfully.
Ranma nodded energetically.
"I don't know, it IS quite a mouthful..." Nabiki nodded in Akane's
"Then use Ranma and Ranko for short, and the rest if we need to be
specific!" Ranma insisted, less concerned about the twins using her
names than about either of them getting a real name of their own.
"Hmmm... We could DO that, but," Nabiki shrugged, giving the copies a
"But what?" Ranma gritted her teeth, wondering what new twist Nabiki was
about to spring on her.
"Oh, it's nothing, Ranma-kun," Nabiki assured the cursed martial-artist.
"I should have known better than to try and simplify things."
"Uh, okay," Ranma proceeded to scratch her head, wondering what part of
Nabiki's suggestions had been simple. After a moment, she just threw up
her hands and declared, "Whatever. It's settled, then. We can keep them
straight now, and we don't have to give them cute nicknames." Turning to
the copies, she reminded everyone pointedly, "They're only gonna be here
for a week, after all."
With that, Ranma marched out of the room headed for the nearest source
of hot water.
* * *
As afternoon settled toward evening, Ranma and Akane completed their
homework in something of an armed truce. Ranma kept glaring at Akane,
silently bitter over the fact that she had never responded to his last
question, nor apologized for the misunderstanding. Akane kept glaring at
Ranma suspiciously, waiting for him to prove what a pervert he really
was. The two mirror clones had given up on trying to sneak off for some
privacy, because Soun and Genma had shadowed them at every turn,
harassing them into sullen complacency in front of the television.
Nabiki was also keeping close tabs on the mirror twins. By
eavesdropping, she had discovered that they had come up with their own
solution to the name issue. They did it by dropping out the initial
consonant and pronouncing their borrowed names as Anma and Anko.
Ranma spared a glance from his homework to check on the doppelgangers.
They were sitting close together, speaking in hushed voices, paying more
attention to each other than the show on television. He resisted the
urge to go over and hear what they were discussing so intently. The
conspiratorial whispering made fine beads of sweat pop out over his
brow. The only thing worse than that paranoid curiosity was his dread of
what he might find out.
Time passed, marked by the sound of chimes dancing in the breeze.
"Time to eat, everyone," Kasumi announced a short while later, from the
door to the kitchen.
Akane and Ranma jumped up to clear the table and put their schoolwork
away. It was left to them to help set the table, as Nabiki continued to
lounge in front of the television and spy on the clones, while Genma and
Soun remained glued to their game of Shogi. Neither man dared turn to
acknowledge Kasumi with a look, for fear of the other swiftly
rearranging the board.
Inevitably, the smell of food lured Genma's attention and Soun cheered
his victory. The fathers joined the rest at the table and praised the
"Ah, Kasumi! Everything looks so good!" Soun cried.
A chorus of compliments followed as everyone dug into the food. In spite
of the fact that Kasumi prepared more than enough to feed two more
Saotomes, a quick four-way battle ensued between Genma and the
"triplets" with the older man struggling to defend his meal on three fronts.
As dinner came to a close, conversation turned to sleeping arrangements.
Soun's declaration still stood, though it was Kasumi who restated it as,
"It just would not be proper for our new guests to share accommodations."
The clones looked on, glares sharpening with every word. Ranma and the
others could not help but try to keep them separated. The idea of the
two of them getting together, intimately, was too creepy for them to
stand. The household was in silent agreement. No one particularly cared
about the copies fawning over each other, but... the thought of what
that might escalate to brought on fits of twitching and shuddering among
the normal residents.
"It would be best if Copy-no-Ranko slept with you tonight, Akane-chan.
Copy-no-Ranma can sleep with Ranma-kun and Uncle Saotome," Kasumi suggested.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to put those boys together, Sis? I mean,
one little splash of water and..." Nabiki held up her hands and
shrugged. It need not be said that chaos would ensue.
"Erk!" Ranma choked. "I'd rather spend another week sleeping in a tree!"
"Hah! Like I'd do anything with a pervert like you!" Anma denied fervently.
"Hey! That's MY line!" Akane fumed.
"No one is going to come between me and MY Ranma!" Anko declared,
standing. "Put that silly panda outside for the night, let Akane sleep
with HER Ranma, and that leaves a futon for me and MINE!"
The mere idea that this was a way to get Ranma and Akane together was
enough to get Soun and Genma to their feet, pushing the clones together,
"That's right! What a perfect solution!"
Ranma cut in mockingly, "Oh? You mean you're volunteering to sleep
outside then, Old Man?"
"Er... No, Boy. Tendo-kun will surely let me sleep on the floor in his
room. Right Tendo-kun?"
"Ah, ha ha! Right Saotome-kun!" Soun strained to agree, sweat suddenly
beading his brow.
"But, Father... Surely these two should be married, or at least engaged
first?" Kasumi asked wide-eyed.
Genma looked over and opened his mouth, "As their effective father, I..."
Ranma pounded his father out the open door. "Are you insane!? Don't EVEN
go there!" Ranma stood in the opening, huffing, as his father landed in
the koi pond. To himself, he muttered, "I can't believe he'd even THINK
of granting permission for somethin' like that!"
He had barely begun to vent his outrage when a human missile hurtled
into the yard, ricocheting off the crown of Ranma's head and into the house.
The sound of Ranma's body being slammed to the floor was punctuated by a
familiar cry of victory. "Whatta haul! Whatta haul!!!"
Genma sank meekly back into the koi pond at the sight of his dreaded
master dropping in for dinner.
Happosai left Ranma sprawled across the porch threshold and dumped a
bulging bag of lingerie on the floor before helping himself to a bowl
full of food.
While the diminutive old man was rapidly stuffing his face, Anko leaned
over in curiosity and pulled out a few pieces of lingerie. Her eyes
widened with delight as she recognized the opportunity before her.
Snatching up the bag, she sprinted upstairs crying, "Kyaaaaa! I have to
try these on!"
Happosai sat there in open-mouthed disbelief. His little mind whirled in
apoplectic confusion for several moments while tears of joy and anger
mingled and spilled from his eyes. Finally, what he had just seen and
heard clicked fully into place. He sprung to his feet, "Sweeto!
Ranma-chan! I am coming!"
Ranma sat up fast, regaining consciousness instantly at those words in
that voice. "Happosai!" he growled, automatically seeking out the
miniature master of panty pilfering. He quickly spotted the old man
racing into the hall in Anko's wake. Blinking in surprise, he scanned
the room, noticing that Soun and his daughters sat frozen, final bites
of their evening meal halfway to their open mouths. Another blink, and
it struck Ranma that Anko had liberated a wealth of stolen, sexy
lingerie from Happosai. A final blink, and the most important detail
finally filtered through to Ranma's consciousness: Happosai had not even
given Ranma a second look!
"What luck!" Ranma declared and picked up his bowl to resume eating,
delighted to be spared molestation for once.
"Ranma-chan! Let me help you into those silky darlings!" Happosai's
voice echoed down the hall.
As Happosai pursued the girl up the stairs, Nabiki and Akane snapped out
of their shock and rose quickly to their feet. One with an eager look of
anticipation and her camera in hand, the other with a vengeful look of
determination and a shinai in her fist.
"Are you just gonna sit there and eat while that wicked old man molests
your twin!?" Akane shouted, dragging Ranma to his feet, propelling him
along to aid in stopping Happosai, and the girl.
"It's not my problem! Why don't you drag him..." Ranma trailed off,
finally noticing that his male twin was also absent from the table.
Looking up, they spotted him following Anko and Happosai eagerly, ready
to cast his vote for the best ensemble. "That pervert!" he growled,
finally taking interest in the chase.
"Hey! That's my line!" Akane protested in vain.
They raced up the stairs, following the "perverts" into the spare
bedroom. Happosai was proudly laying out lingerie as Anma gaped at the
sight of Anko shedding her clothing with total abandon. Leaping into the
room, Akane pounded the "pervert" male-clone, while Ranma tackled Anko
to keep her from stripping out of her underwear.
"When are you going to stop being a problem!?" Ranma demanded.
"Hey! Watch the hands, mister!" Anko bonked him on the head.
"Don't get so excited! I'm pretty damn familiar with..." the words
"female anatomy" were cut off in a gasp as Happosai lobbed an ice-cold
water balloon in Ranma's face. "Gyaaah! Cold!"
While Ranma adjusted her clothes to suit her altered anatomy, Happosai
handed her a second pile of lingerie.
"I knew there were two of you running around!" Happosai had blundered
into the middle of Anko's campaign to capture Ranma the week before, but
had yet to learn how or why the kami had blessed him with multiple
Ranmas. As far as he was concerned, there could never be too many of his
favorite student! Always quick to exploit a situation, he added,
"There's no need to fight over them, Ranma-chan! There's plenty for you
to model too!"
Akane turned, spotted Ranma with the heap of lingerie in her arms, and
pounded her into the floorboards. Anko stared at this with wide eyes for
a moment. Akane did not even spare her a glance, raving at Ranma, "This
will teach you, you shameless, perverted hussy!"
Ranma reared up, bits of tattered lingerie hanging off of her battered
form, "You sexless, macho, tomboy! How many times do I have ta tell ya,
I AM NOT *LIKE* THAT!" Practically hardwired to return insults in kind,
Ranma could not have said anything else even to save her own life. Akane
puffed up, balling her fists and hammered the disheveled redhead
straight back into the wall.
"You're just as bad as HE is!" Akane shouted.
"Who do you think you're talking to!?" Ranma roared back.
Anko blinked, shrugged indifferently, and gleefully finished stripping
down to slip into something slinky while Ranma yelled at Akane. "Kyaaa!
This is SO sexy!" She twirled around and then froze in shock as
something small and bony pressed itself into her bosom. "AAAhhhh!
As Anko's distress reached ear-splitting decibels, Anma snapped awake
and lurched to his feet. He twisted and lunged in to attack, his leg
blinking through space like a strobe light. An angry, black blur danced
around the lightening series of kicks, then bounced into focus near
Anma's shoulder. Without hesitating, the boy dropped to his chest and
whipped through a windmill kick, hands planted on the floorboards.
The kick launched Happosai at a wall, but the agile, old master
rebounded, laughing madly as he pulled a second water balloon out of his
gi. "Not too shabby, son!" Happosai crowed, dousing the boy with water.
"Three of them! Oh happy day!" Rocketing in on sheer momentum, arms
spread to grope the succulent bosom this excellent technique would
summon, he crashed into the boy's hard, flat chest. "No! What is this!?"
In the moment of distraction, the boy perked up, and squeezed Happosai
tight in a bear hug. He locked the old man in place, his gnarled old
face pressed to the damp shirt to keep him from ogling his girlfriend.
"Gotcha, old man! No way you're gonna peek on MY girlfriend now!"
Ranma caught this out of the corner of her eye, her gaze hardened in
response to Anma's declaration. While muttering about the "girlfriend"
comment, she assessed the situation. Happosai leeched energy from his
female victims when he molested them. Happosai clearly had not
understood that her clones did not share her curse, and had choked on
the masculine energy he'd leeched from Anma.
While Anma kept Happosai distracted, Ranma darted past Akane, snatching
a blanket from her futon to cover Anko with. Akane had finally noticed
the other redhead and used that instant to lunge forward with her
shinai. As Ranma whipped the blanket out to snare her copy, Anko sensed
Akane's attack and dodged, unwittingly causing Akane to get wrapped up
in the blanket instead. Realizing that Ranma had been aiming for her,
Anko dropped into a leg sweep, tripping the bundled Akane into Ranma,
who took the brunt of the impact, as both of them tumbled to the floor.
"Ha! You two couldn't work together to save your own lives!"
"Dammit!" Ranma swore as the girl bounced out of reach. Beginning to get
annoyed, she growled menacingly, "Ranko!"
"Don't mind me!" Anko pulled down her eyelid and stuck out her tongue,
as Ranma wrestled with the writhing mass of Akane in the blanket. While
the two of them struggled to untangle themselves, Anko quickly changed
through a series of outfits. This provoked Anma and Happosai to renew
the fury of their struggle. Anma still held Happosai in a tight embrace,
twisting and writhing to block Happi's view as the old man strained to
get his face around for a good look. The old goat writhed even harder as
Anko cheered, "Oh! This is so nice! And this too!"
"Let me see! Let me see! Ranma! You are going to pay for this!" Happosai
"Stop wiggling around you old toad!" Anma growled.
"Oooo! Look at this!" Anko cried out in delight.
Nabiki, who had taken station at the door after Ranma and Akane raced
in, kept the shutter on her camera clicking with glee. "You go, girl!
Smile!" Nabiki prompted as Anko dutifully posed for the camera.
"Marvelous, now, turn to the side. What can I say, Anko? You're a natural!"
Happosai finally squirted out of the boy's grasp and the two began
bouncing around the room. Anma launched himself after him without
"Nabiki!" Akane sputtered, halfway free of the blanket, "Don't encourage
her like that!"
In spite of the struggling tomboy, Ranma was making progress freeing her
fianc�e from the blanket, albeit becoming more entangled herself in the
Happosai tried to focus his attention on taking care of Anma for good,
but he kept getting distracted by Anko's display. Unfortunately, the
opposite was true as well. With Anma hounding him, Happi simply could
not appreciate the show Anko was putting on. It was enough to make a
poor old man cry.
"Ranma! How can you be so cruel to your master?" he demanded, not
entirely sure which Ranma he meant.
"Akane, please relax for a minute," Onna-Ranma begged, trying
desperately to keep her favorite blanket from being shredded by the
other girl's struggles.
Akane did pause, not so much to heed Ranma's request, but to reflect on
the observation that Anko somehow managed to complete each wardrobe
change in the instants where the old man and the boy kept each other
distracted from her. Ranma certainly was not known for possessing any
sort of feminine modesty, so Akane had not expected any from Anko. This
certainly was not the first time the girl had paraded around virtually
nude. However, Akane had noticed the peculiar fact that, in the time it
took Ranma to untangle them from the blanket, Anko never once stood
naked before male eyes.
Relieved to have unraveled Akane from her blanket without having it
destroyed, Ranma quickly folded it and tucked it safely away in the
closet before returning her attention to her unwanted twin.
As Ranma sped over to try and stop Anko from continuing with her little
fashion show, Akane tried in vain to intercept Happosai.
Nabiki continued to click the shutter on her camera. After a moment,
Nabiki noticed that her little sister's attention was focused more on
Anko than the old lecher. "I see you noticed it too," Nabiki casually
"Huh? You mean 'Ranko'?" Akane clarified.
"Yes. It's an ingenious strategy. She draws their attention to herself
when she's 'presentable.' They renew their struggle and become
distracted. She has a bit of privacy to change and then she starts the
cycle again," Nabiki elaborated admiringly. She saw no need to mention
that this strategy had not foiled her camera. As Anko evaded a hammer
strike from Ranma, the Tendo sisters stared as Anko suddenly called on
the Saotome-exclusive and technically "sealed" art of the Umisen-ken.
Anko vanished, followed almost at once by Ranma's clothes.
"D-d-dammit! Now you're askin' for it!" Onna-Ranma growled. Naturally,
Ranma retaliated in kind and stripped the other girl bare using the same
technique. Not about to be undone, Anko adapted the technique on the fly
to dress Ranma in a stunning bedroom ensemble. Nabiki silently thanked
the kami that she had upgraded her camera, holding the rapid-advance
tightly. Anko was able to dress the pair as quickly as Onna-Ranma could
strip away the lingerie. Under such circumstances, Nabiki set a personal
speed record changing out the film in her camera, desperate not to miss
a single frame.
"Ranma, you're just making it worse," Akane growled. Her own efforts to
deal with the old man and the boy were fruitless as well. Happosai
bounded around the room evading Anma, and Akane was spinning in circles
just to keep track of them. It was not unlike watching Ranma and P-chan
fighting. It was time to switch tactics. "Leave her to me, and get those
two out of here!" Akane snapped in frustration.
For once, there was no argument. Ranma was happy to retreat from the
humiliating onslaught of panties and bras and other unmentionables. That
did not mean she was above taking advantage of her presently lingerie
clad form to lure Happosai from the room, while Akane put up a screen to
hide the other girl from view. With a flirty "Come and get me!" Ranma
drew the attention of old man and the boy to her.
Looking around and not seeing the other redhead, Happosai and Anma
pursued her out the door and down the stairs.
It took only a moment for Anko to notice her audience had rushed out of
the room. Before she could follow, ostensibly to get Anma's opinion on
her current ensemble, Akane blocked her, "Hold it right there!"
"Why do you insist on getting in my way!? Huh?"
"Don't get the wrong idea. If you want to be molested by Happosai, be my
guest. Just tell me one thing first," Akane crossed her arms and looked
at her sternly. Anko sighed and gestured for her to get on with it. "How
can even a pervert like you stand to be wearing underwear stolen from
someone else?" Akane demanded with a shiver and a look of pure disgust.
"S-st-stolen? As in, other people have worn these!?" Anko gaped as Akane
nodded. Anko stripped off the lingerie, kicking everything into a pile.
"Ick! Ew! Gross!" Before Akane could celebrate her success in stopping
Anko, the girl ran out of the room stark naked and swearing under her
"Where do you think you're going like that!?"
"I gotta take a bath, you idiot! What do you think?"
"You freak! Put some clothes on!"
Anko streaked down the stairs, plowing through Soun and Genma.
Retreating from the chaos of Anma and Happosai's pursuit of Ranma, the
two fathers froze in shock at the sight of Anko streaking toward them.
Anko vanished into the furo as Akane paused to check on the fathers.
Each bore an angry red footprint square in the middle of his face. Akane
dragged the pair into the sitting room as Ranma raced into the kitchen,
barely ahead of Anma and Happosai.
"My Love! Don't run!" Anma beseeched.
"Hotcha! Nowhere to run to!" Happosai cackled.
For an instant, the two unwittingly cornered Ranma. "N-now, hold on a
sec..." Onna-Ranma tried to edge into reach of the kettle that was
heating on the stove. The boy, thinking she was edging over toward him,
moved at the same time as Happosai. Ranma darted for the kettle and
crashed into Anma's open arms. He seized her passionately, and their
combined momentum jerked them out of Happosai's path. Happosai sailed
through the space Ranma had just occupied, and rebounded off the wall
above the stove. He snatched the kettle as he passed, and tossed it into
the sink where it cracked open and spilled the hot water down the drain.
"Good work, Ranma my boy. Now, just hold her still for me..."
"As if I'd let a pervert like you touch my girlfriend!" Anma jeered.
Pushing Ranma behind him, he raised his guard to the old man.
Happosai laughed, still flying right at him.
As the boy opened up with his Amaguriken attack, Happosai handed him a
couple Happodaikarin and launched himself over Anma's head at Ranma.
Ranma spotted the small, dark blur and reacted instantly, whipping a
large pot off the pot rack.
Anma managed to catch the bombs and spun around, throwing them at
Happosai just as Ranma lunged forward with the pot, scooping Happosai
and the bombs out of the air. Once the pot slammed down on the floor,
Ranma and Anma hopped on top of it to keep the old man trapped.
A moment later, the Happodaikarin detonated in the confined space,
throwing the pair back away from each other. While Happosai could have
danced around Ranma all night, two of Ranma proved too much for the old
man. Trapped with his own bombs, he was fortunate to survive the
experience merely blasted into oblivion and charred head to foot.
Without a word, the Ranma and Anma sprung back into action. One of them
was raiding the refrigerator for food and bottled water as the other
raced upstairs to collect all the lingerie, returning a moment later to
wrap it all up in a bundle with Happi inside. The boy pulled out a small
hammer, as Ranma produced the magical compact mirror she'd received from
the man at Mirror Mansion. Anma bopped the old man on the head, and
Ranma captured his gaze with the small mirror as his eyes flickered open.
With a whoosh, the wizened old master vanished into exile.
"I knew this thing would come in handy again!" Ranma congratulated herself.
"At last, that pest is out of our way, My Love!" Anma snatched Ranma up
in a loving embrace.
Ranma looked up in shock, moving into perfect position for the
Akane appeared just in time to join Ranma in pounding Anma senseless.
"You perverted bastard!" they chorused, stomping the poor boy underfoot.
They managed to get a hold of themselves as they realized his continuing
struggles were actually reflexive twitches of pain.
"That's two down," Akane breathed in relief.
Ranma nodded silently and picked Anma up, carrying him over her
shoulder. They dragged him to Ranma and Genma's room and laid him out on
the futon. While Akane covered him with a blanket, Ranma went to her
closet, grabbed some things from inside, and went downstairs for a quick
Anko was sitting at the table, done with her bath, oblivious to
Male and dressed normally, Ranma returned from the bath a short while
later, with a bundle of roses. Sitting across from her, he held them out
silently, while Akane fumed from the door. Before she could storm in,
Ranma held up his hand, holding her off.
Akane puffed up, ready to bellow her usual challenge, as Anko bent her
head to breathe in the scent of the flowers and suddenly swooned. Akane
paused, a glimmering of understanding passing through her, and raised an
eyebrow. The roses must have been from Kodachi, to knock the girl
unconscious like that. Akane deflated, her thoughts warring between the
obvious fact that Ranma had come on to the girl, and yet in the process
put her out of commission. Unable to conclude that he had done either
the right or wrong thing, she simply helped drag the girl to her room.
"That's three," Ranma declared, wearily.
"I'm kind of surprised it's over already," Akane sighed, shaking her head.
The two spent the next few minutes straightening up after the
pandemonium. Kasumi had already cleared the table and cleaned the
kitchen, while her sisters had been upstairs with the triplets. Kasumi
had apparently avoided all the chaos by stepping out on the upstairs
porch for a bit of fresh air. Ranma sought her out to explain the
destruction of one of her pots, promising to replace it the following
afternoon on his way back from school.
It was a small price to pay for getting rid of Happosai.
* * *
Author's Note: I have been an avid fan of Ranma � manga, anime and
fanfiction for years. I am also a writer and artist. In spite of these
two things, I did not seriously consider creating any of my own
fanfiction until now. Before addressing the story I chose to write, I
want to comment on why I chose to write it. Over the past few years I
have seen other fans take this cast and explore a wonderful assortment
of possibilities. Many excellent ideas have been developed, and I felt I
would have been walking in someone else's shadow, or stepping on several
people's toes, to explore the ideas inspired by their additions to Ranma
�. Still, I had those ideas, and they eventually led me back to the
original series where I discovered an excellent possibility I had not
yet seen explored. In the original series, the conclusion of the "Two
Ranmas" storyline was left entirely to the imagination of the readers.
It was a perfect invitation for a fanfic, and offered me a foundation
for many volumes of ongoing fanfics. Ranma Nibunnoichi - Reflections
begins after Part 4 of Volume 35, and explores the events which unfolded
during the week when the Tendo Household was stuck with two amorous
copies of Ranma, one male and one female.
Revision Note: This is the first installment of the new, revised version
of Ranma Nibunnoichi - Reflections retitled Reflections V.1 - Stuck in
the Middle With You. This story has been evolving from day one. By the
time I finished Reflections, I had produced enough material for three
complete volumes and the story was still evolving in new directions. It
had taken on a life of its own at some point. I could not stop the ideas
from spilling out. Before I knew it, it was no longer the story I had
intended to write. Nor was it the best story I could have written. As I
worked on the fourth volume, intended as a transition from Ranma
Nibunnoichi to Ranko Nibunnoichi, I realized it would become necessary
to go back and revise everything, taking advantage of things I learned
in the process of writing Reflections and the "bonus" volume, It's All
in the Reflexes. Thanks to all of the reviews I received for both
stories, and the special efforts of Daniel Jess Gibson, Chester
Castaneda and Fangorn (Thanks guys!) that process has begun.
In order to accommodate the growth of the story and the writer, I needed
to update it a bit so that it can continue. Some of the changes are
simply structural. It will be a five volume story, each volume having
fifteen chapters. In the fifth volume you will find out why the next
story is called Ranko Nibunnoichi - Refractions. Sadly, that does mean
there will be noticeable changes. Some of the changes will be very
subtle, while others will be screamingly obvious. For example, the
reflections will no longer be identified as Copy-chan and Copy-kun. The
suffixes -chan and -kun, by which the copies were previously
distinguished from each other, were not really suitable. In Ranma's
case, the same suffixes have developed into a tongue in cheek way to
emphasize which side of Ranma is being referred to, but that is not a
proper way to distinguish a boy from a girl. The -chan/-kun suffixes are
normally used to indicate a level of familiarity between two people
regardless of their gender. In addition, the first chapter has been
expanded to include a rough recap of the events in the manga leading up
to this story, and part of what was originally featured in the second
I am sorry if this upsets some of you. Feel free to stick with the
version you like best. I will keep a copy of the original version here,
if Fanfiction.Net allows it, and on my personal site. For the most part,
I am doing this revision for my own satisfaction. So far, I have
published a rough draft. What I want to create, what I hope you will
also appreciate, is a story that makes the most out of the ideas
invested in it. I hope to make it a little less confusing as well.
Comments and Criticism are welcome as always. This is still my first
fanfic, after all. My only request is that my readers offer examples or
explanations to ensure that their suggestions will enable me to improve
Mature Content: Because Reflections was originally intended to integrate
with the series, before it evolved into an outright divergence, it faced
some obvious limitations, which many fanfic readers found disappointing.
On the surface, the situation screamed for a lovely lemon flavor. I have
a healthy (avid) interest in sex and sexuality, so it was not a case
where I couldn't or wouldn't go there... it was just that going there
would have upset the status quo tremendously. Now that Reflections is no
longer a "missing chapter" of the original series, the ideas that
support a lemon filling, can be explored. Part of the story deals with
sexual awakening and experimentation, and some of the plot hinges on
sexual events, and must be included in the R rated version. In some
cases, the fact that sex occurred is the only thing a lemon scene
contributes to the plot, and those scenes will be found only in the
unrated version of the story. Even those scenes have a value and
significance beyond mere fan service, since the way people act and
interact in intimate circumstances is as important as how they conduct
themselves in other circumstances.
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